I’m also generous, willing to listen to the wife talk about her fifth-graders while never once letting on that I’m not listening, and so obviously a terrific actor.

I still get residual checks for the starring role in “The Game Plan.’’

But I think modesty is probably my greatest trait of all.

And I only mention that now because no one has seemed to notice.

Let’s be honest, there isn’t anyone more responsible for the Dodgers turnaround than I am no matter what Magic Johnson thinks, and I would never mention it unless prompted to do so.

I am only prompted now because I wanted to write a column Friday night about Juan Uribe. I wanted to let everyone know what a dog he’s been the past two seasons but how classy he remained and isn’t it cool to see him doing so well now.

But the dog just struck out with runners on first and third in the top of the sixth with the Dodgers losing, 2-1, in Game 2. And when it’s all over, this is going to be the win the Dodgers gave away.

And that’s not good in a five-game series.

Now you see what happens the moment I start to think of the Dodgers in glowing terms, Carl Crawford grounding into a double play with runners on first and third an inning after Uribe has gone bow wow on everyone.

That’s two shots to make everyone drop their tomahawks.

And here I’m going all World Series gushy on our heroes like everyone else, Kershaw & Greinke, the Dodgers obviously going up, 2-0. And I’m expecting Uribe to get a hit, while never expecting Crawford to hit into a double play.

So I stop referring to the Dodgers as the Choking Dogs as I have for so many years; yet at a time when they need to be reminded more than ever how quickly they can blow it.

The minute you take your hands away from your throat, Don Mattingly is intentionally walking Reed Johnson so the Braves might get a better hitter up to the plate and stretch out their lead.

I repeat, Mattingly elects not to pitch to Reed Johnson, and any Dodgers fan who even recalls Johnson playing for the Dodgers, is now thinking: “I could manage the Dodgers.”

When he gets the chance to explain, Mattingly says, “Just really at that point trusting Paco (Rodriguez) to do what he had to do,’’ said Mattingly in describing what he thought might happen when Rodriguez faced Jason Heyward rather than Johnson.

But Heyward singles in a pair of runs and it’s now the win the Dodgers gave away.

Hanley Ramirez later hits a two-run homer to pull the Dodgers within a run, a remarkable feat as A.J. Ellis notes, “While carrying eight of us on his back.”

Ramirez is the Dodgers’ MVP and my favorite player. He’s got that pizzazz. He hits his home run one-handed, the ball flying 337 feet over a wall that stands 335 feet from home plate.

Ramirez stays at the plate to watch the ball because it’s threatening to sail foul. Some folks might think he’s show boating. He leans his body the opposite way because as he explains, “It works to help make it go fair.’’

He’s so loose there is no way he chokes, but what’s second base umpire Bill Miller’s excuse? And do I have to ask all the questions?

“We thought he was safe,’’ says Mattingly after Miller calls Dee Gordon out in the ninth inning on an attempted steal.

But why does it even matter? The Braves aren’t that good and they should be on their way to get swept in L.A.

And after all I’ve done to get the Dodgers here …

I’m the one, along with the chauffeur who fancied Jamie, who got rid of Frank McCourt.

Jamie is writing my name on her coffee cup in court and I’m writing nasty stuff about the Parking Attendant before he officially became the very worst owner of the Dodgers. I thought the team needed an owner with the money to pay good players, and he could never have done that with the way his wife was spending money on hair stylists, flowers and new homes.

I’m writing about F.P. Santangelo beginning with paragraph one of my very first column, asking the question: If the sign above the Dodgers’ training room reads, Players Only, then how come Santangelo gets to go there?

I’m talking to Andruw Jones, Milton Bradley and Darren Dreifort at a time when no one has any interest in watching them play.

My work almost done in weeding out the losers, I leave the guys alone this season.

I stop writing in early June so that I might begin negotiations later with the Register to work the same magic down the road with the Angels. Talk about tough tasks.

I only return in time for the playoffs, which draws a quizzical look from Adrian Gonzalez.

“Why are you here?’’ he wants to know before Game 2.

Three hours later, the win the Dodgers gave away pretty much answers the question.

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